Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 86367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
“Tell me what it feels like.” The noises she’s making push me closer and closer and closer to the edge, so I slow my strokes.
“It feels like—” she says as she closes her knees.
“Keep those legs open so I can see that juicy pink pussy,” I command her.
“It’s too much.” She moves her hips, and I know she’s close.
“Put it on higher,” I order, and she shakes her head side to side. “Be a good girl and show me my pussy.” Her legs open wide, but she bends her legs at the knees. “That’s my good girl. You know what you need?” She doesn’t answer because she’s focusing on the feeling rushing over her. “My cock in your mouth.”
“Yes,” she agrees breathlessly.
I stroke my cock faster, knowing she’s almost there. “Me standing over you. Fucking your face.” Her hips move faster as she chases the orgasm. “My hand pulling your hair while I make you choke on my cock.”
“Yes, yes!” she pants. “Oh, God, yes.”
“You want to choke on my cock, gorgeous?” She moans. “Nothing is more beautiful than when you take my cock.” She pulls her legs back. “In your pussy.” My balls get tight, and I know I’m going to come any second. “In your mouth, coming right down your throat.” I watch as she comes all over that fucking toy, wishing it was my cock as I come all over my hand.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
ryleigh
The alarm goes off, and I roll over in my bed to grab it from under the pillow beside me. After I press snooze and turn back over, the smell of Stone fills my nose, making me bury my face deeper into the pillow. I pull the comforter closer to me and curl up in a ball before my phone rings, but it’s not my alarm. “Hello.” I put the phone to my ear without checking who it is.
“Morning, gorgeous,” Stone greets me, and he sounds like he’s awake.
“Why are you so chipper?” I turn on my back and blink once and then twice before my eyes get used to the sunlight streaming through the windows. His laughter makes my stomach flutter.
“I wish I was there to bring you coffee,” he says.
“You and me both.” I finally toss the covers off me and throw my legs over the side of the bed to get up. “You and me both,” I repeat when I hear a car door slam on his side of the phone.
“Where the hell are you going at the ass crack of dawn?” I ask and then want to kick myself for asking. I’ve been very, very good about not asking him any questions. Not that I didn’t want to know what he was doing every day, but because I don’t want him to think I am more involved than I am. Did I want to call him every morning to ask him how his night was? Yes. Did I do it? Absolutely fucking not. Did I want to FaceTime him when I had a second during the day to see how he was doing and what he was doing? Again, the answer is yes. But did I do it? I would rather walk on coals with no shoes for seven days than do what I wanted to do.
“I have a game tomorrow, so today is a two-workout day. I’m going in before on-ice training starts so I can do some weightlifting.”
“That sounds like a lot of work.” I walk to the kitchen and start my coffee, looking down at the white shirt I’ve been wearing to bed every night since we were together.
“It’s not that bad. What are you doing this weekend?”
“I have dinner with a couple of friends,” I tell him, tapping the counter with my finger as I watch the coffee pour into my cup. “Why?”
“I was going to ask you to come and visit me.” I close my eyes.
Say no, my head yells, say no. “It’s really short notice—” I start to say.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” His voice sounds dejected. “Anyway, I’m at the rink.” I know he’s lying to me because I know it takes him thirty minutes to get there from the last conversation we had. “Have a great day, gorgeous.”
My chest contracts. “You too, Stone,” I reply. He hangs up on me, and I look down at the phone.
“Going there would be a huge mistake,” I tell myself. “There is no reason for you to go there.” I grab the cup of coffee since it’s finished brewing. “I mean, technically, you can work at home for the next week since you have to get ready for trial.” I pour the milk in my coffee. “What would he say if I showed up there?” I take a sip of the coffee. “I mean, he did come and see you for the weekend.” I counter my argument. “But he was already in town for work, so it’s not like he went out of his way to come see you.” I take a deep inhale as I assess this argument. “But he could have gone home. Instead, he stayed with you for three days and gave you the best sex of your life.” I pinch my eyebrows together. “It wasn’t my entire life,” I scoff as if I don’t know the truth. “Either way, it would be a bad idea to show up at his place for the weekend.”